Excerpts:

“Never knew love like this before. Baby what about you?Bits of your life, bits of my lifeslip sliding awaysatellite of love. Even when you’re far awayyou send metelepathic love. Escape hatchturn oncomputer love. When can I see you?We belongtogether in electric dreams. When a man loves a womanthings can only get better. How deep is your love?Would you lay with me in a field of stone?”

“Sunshine of your lovefuneral in the raintonight was a disaster. Here I go againdown to my last teardrop. Elevator Papa, switchboard mamablue and broken hearted, it must’ve been love.”

“In a more recent example, Lan Tuazon showed a work at the “Summer Mixtape” show at Exit Art that consisted of months of labor. The artist solicited friends to send mp3’s of their favorite love songs, chose 365 of them, and gradually compiled snippets of lyrics into a single, vastly footnoted text that even broke sub-genres of the love song down (and color-coded them). The end result was hilarious and familiar, the excess of labor standing in for love itself (be it of another person, or just good love songs).” – by Daniel Quiles. Read full text on art:21.